Aftershock 31

[Richard Blonoff]

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Extravagant pyro erupts as the crowd goes wild for the opening of Aftershock. The camera pans around the arena before coming to a rest on the announce team of Becky Serra and Johnny Klamor.

Serra: Welcome everyone to the thirty first edition of WZCW Aftershock! We are live tonight from the Columbus Civic Center in Columbus, Georgia, and Johnny we have an action packed show tonight.

Klamor: Right you are Becky. We have debuts, returns, and some of the hottest women in our sport in action tonight.

Serra: Can't say I'm surprised that is where you go Johnny.

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Serra: Well it looks like we are getting a visit from our EurAsian champion, Mikey Stormrage here tonight.

Klamor: What is this neckbeard doing out here? He isn't even scheduled to compete tonight.

Stormrage appears a few moments later, dragging a bloody superstar behind him. It is revealed that the man is Corvus, his facepaint badly smeared with his own blood. He wastes no time making his way to the ring. He throws Corvus into the barricade as he circles around to the timekeeper area and grabs a chair and a mic. He throws the chair into the ring before climbing in himself. He places the chair in the center of the ring and sits down. The crowd is booing heavily as he takes a seat.

Stormrage: You know when I came out here on Meltdown, there were no big parades, no celebrations, not even a congratulations from anyone for winning this title. That hurt my feelings. I went all the way to England, fought just outside my opponent's home town, everyone hated me there. It made me sad. But I fought my hardest and I won and not a single one of you took the time to say congratulations. After all I have done for you people. I know I'm not perfect, but I come out here each and every night and put on a show for you, and this is how you treat me? By ignoring me.

Stormrage looks down before he puts a hand to his mask.

And people wonder why I wear a mask, why I hide my face. It's to protect myself from the ugliness of the world. Ugliness like you people!

The crowd begins to boo heavily.

In recent weeks I've come to find out that this mask is my only true friend. I don't need titles, or acceptance, or admiration from you people. Because you people gave me everything I need. You turned me into a monster!

Just as the crowd begins to boo again, familiar music hits.

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The crowd begins to cheer, but the cheers are quickly silenced as no one shows up on stage. Stormrage simply begins to laugh.

Hahaha, James Howard isn't here. I beat James Howard so badly he is out injured. He is back at home, licking his wounds with his family. Safe and secure with his family. He used to call me family. James was my best friend, my brother. I loved him, but he did not return that love, so we deemed him unworthy.

As soon as Stormrage says we, he again begins to touch his mask, caressing it gently.

So we are out here to demand an apology. Not from James, no we have long given up hope on our brother. We want an apology from all of you. And until we get that apology, we are going to show Corvus out there just what you people, what James Howard, made us.

Stormrage rolls out of the ring and begins drags the bloodied Corvus back into the ring. Corvus tires to stand but a giant clothesline puts him back on the ground. Stormrage walks over and grabs the chair and lifts it high above his head.

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The crowd cheers the change of pace as Mr. Banks steps onto the stage.

Banks: Hold on just a minute. Champion or not I will not have any of my superstars try to hijack one of my shows. So let me be the first to tell you Mr. Stormrage, congratulations on your victory and I'm sorry. Are you happy?

Stormrage drops the chair and walks to pic up his mic.

Almost. You see when I woke up this morning, I put on this mask and then we found out that James Howard will be cleared for action in time for Unscripted. Now that disappoints us, because our goal wasn't to win a title, our goal was to end James Howard. Now James and I are familiar with Unscripted. We made history there last year. Strikeforce made a lot of history, and each time everyone talked about James Howard. Always James Howard. James Howard! James Howard! James Howard!

Stormrage picks the chair back up and begins to beat Corvus with it.

If you hit him with that chair one more time I will suspend you and strip you of your title, then there won't be a match at Unscripted!

Stormrage drops the chair in the center of the ring.

That's what I thought! Now whatever issues you two have with each other are making for big ratings. So at Unscripted you will defend your title against James Howard in a match of the fans choosing. I will pick a stipulation, James Howard will pick a stipulation, and you will pick a stipulation and as is custom, the fans will vote on their favorite.

The fans begin to cheer as Banks turns to walk away.

Oh and Mikey, I want your decision by the end of the night.

Stormrage grips his mask with both hands as Banks walks away. Medical personal begin to bring a stretcher out as Stormrage exits the ring. He stops and turns back to the medics attending to Corvus. He rolls back in the ring and throws them aside and lifts Corvus to his feet.

Let us show you the beauty.

With that Stormrage lifts Corvus high in and air and leaps, slamming him down on the twisted chair with a Game Over!

Serra: Ladies and gentlemen we need to cut to commercial but don't go away as we have a returning superstar due up after the break.

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Anderson: The following matchup is scheduled for one fall!

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Anderson:Making his to the ring from Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 215 lbs, Darren Bull!

Darren begins to make his way down to the ring flashing a smile at the obviously disgruntled fans who booed him.

Klamor:Never in my days did I think Darren Bull would be seen in a WZCW ring again.

Serra:Well never the less he's back in the ring, hoping to pull a 180 on his career.

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Anderson: And his opponent: from Texarkana, Arkansas, weighing in at 225 lbs, Ilapa!

With Howe in tow, Ilapa begins her warpath to the ring. Her face cold like a bust. Even with Darren Bull who was in the ring, making childish faces at the Goddess.

Klamor:"Darren Bull was never a mental giant when it came to taunting."

Serra:"This may not end well for Bull."

With both Ilapa and Darren in the ring, the bell rings signaling the start of the match. Ilapa's eyes glare straight into Darren Bull's soul, but he seems unaffected as he looks away and shouts to the crowd. "She ain't even a five!"

Klamor:I uh... yeah I got nothing for that.

Ilapa is unamused and quickly grabs Bull from behind and hits him with a lifting reverse DDT! Then quickly rolls him into a pin. 1.. Kick out at 1! Darren rolls away to the outside and climbs back to his feet using the ropes. Then he launches himself from the top ropes with a flying elbow and connects! The hit causes Ilapa to fall to the ground where Darren wastes no time to set up for his finishing move the Hollywood Hits! He climbs to the top rope and from there began to look out towards the crowd, flaunting and posing with his eyes off the prize.

Serra:Bold move from Bull taunting at the top rope.

Klamor:I'm telling you this is going to end really really badly as all high flying moves do.

Darren was just about to launch, but then Ilapa's manager, Terrance Howe starts shouting at Bull, gaining his attention. All while Ilapa started to come to. Before Bull knew it, Ilapa was back to her feet, and grabbed a hold of Bull and tossed him off the top rope and into the ring!

Klamor:Andddddd I told yeah.

Darren bounces on the canvas, but manages to climb back to his feet, gripping his back in pain but is quickly thrown back to the ground with an impressive Handspring enziguri! Knocking Bull out cold! Ilapa wastes no time and pulls him into her finishing submission. The Capacocha! Darren Bull is unable to struggle as Ilapa wraps her into a tight hold. Darren doesn't even struggle, and when the ref noticed Bull was knocked cold, he called for the end of the match.

Anderson: Your winner of this match by submission, Ilapa!

Klamor:Looks like Darren Bull hasn't missed a step. Way to lose to a girl, you chump!

Serra:Ilapa may be a mystery, but she seems ready to make a impact in a big way.

Ilapa leaves the ring following Howe out to the back. Meanwhile, the ref begins to check on Darren Bull, who was starting to stir back to consciousness.

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The lights in the arena begin to go dim, save the tron, which begins to play.

In the middle of a hazy winter night, among a forest of Georgia pine, a simple rhythmic sound can be heard in the forest. The air is deathly still, as the sound of a horse galloping fills the air. Slower at first, and then picking up... Faster and faster, with more authority in each step. The horse appears to be full on sprinting, as the camera picks up a pale horse, moving in the dead of night. The stallion rears back, and gives a blood curling cry, piercing the dark night;

The rider on the horse begins to speak;

I've slain the demon I've searched for so long
And sent the foul beast to Hell, where he so belongs.
But my mission's not over, until I breathe my final breath.
For I am an angel... The Angel of Death...

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As the singing begins, stakes of fire light up, revealing Dr. Zeus, riding a pale, but very strong horse.

And yet I won't ride alone, through valley of shadow
Trampling your heroes that you hold so hallowed
For the lord has deemed it, and it so planned
Armageddon shall soon be at hand
And so I ride with others by my side
Together we make a most crusading ride.

In the distance, another set of hooves gallop, violently into the night. Dr. Zeus gets a sick grin, and looks off into the distance

The horse of war will soon join the fold,
And may God have mercy upon your souls.
For soon you will have to answer for your sins
When the horse of war rides...

Won't you spare me over til' another year, won't you spare me over til another year...

The reckoning begins

Dr. Zeus rides off, guided by the fiery torches, into the distance. The torches go out as he passes, leaving pitch black, and a repeating

Won't you spare me til' over another year

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Anderson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Introducing first, from Brentwood, Tennessee, weighing in at 230lbs, "Ol' Money" Barrett Stratton!

Stratton makes his way on stage to almost complete silence. He makes his way down the ramp, jawing at some of the fans, eliciting some minor boos.

Serra: WZCW newcomer, Barrett Stratton making his debut tonight.

Klamor: I like the cut of this guy's jib Becky.

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And his opponent, from from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing 152 pounds, Isabel Stone!

Izzy makes her way to the top of the ramp, waving at fans. She quickly makes her way to the ring, swinging her hips as she goes. She slides into the ring and keeps her focus on her opponent the entire time.

Serra: In recent weeks Izzy has had a real change of attitude, and I'm starting to warm up to her.

Klamor: When she lost the attitude she lost the edge. Now she is just another attractive ditz. Not that I take issue with that.

James Aubrey calls for the bell and Stratton comes on strong, showing no reservations about being in the ring with a woman. He fires off quick rights, then looks for a takedown. Stone is able to slip away and she fires off a kick that connects to the chest of Stratton. He fights through and secures a single leg takedown. Izzy shows impressive ground skills and scrambles free, though Stratton is quickly to his feet and throws Izzy to the apron.

Klamor: Well Stratton is certainly showcasing some solid amateur wrestling skills.

Stratton takes a moment to celebrate his achievement, but Izzy interrupts it with a springboard crossbody. She hooks the leg..
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And Stratton is able to kick out. As both competitors get to their feet, Izzy attempts to tie up Stratton, but he is much to strong for her to gain control over. He laughs her off and then offers a free shot to the face. Izzy is reluctant, but Stratton sticks his jaw out and points to his cheek. Stone rears back and unleashes a vicious slap. A very audible "Ooohh" erupts in the arena. Stratton turns back to Stone angry. He charges and shoots for a takedown but Izzy is able to counter and position herself for the Scream Lock! The modified arm triangle is sunk in, and she begins to box the side of the head of her foe. Stratton can take no more and is forced to tap out!

Here is your winner, by submission, Isabel Stone!

Serra: You go girl!

Izzy lets the ref raise her hand as Stratton walks away defeated, holding his neck in pain. Izzy rolls out of the ring and grabs a sign that read "GIRL POWER: IZZY STONE" and holds his proudly above her head.

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Izzy gets backstage, still celebrating her victory as Leon Kensworth appears to interview the winner.

Leon: Izzy! Isabel Stone, first of all, congratulations on the win. Finally getting one after a while. And over such an opponent like Stratton.

Izzy: I don't know what's going through the head of that idiot. I thought stupid sexist pigs like him were extinct in this day and age. Well, they are now.

Leon: What's next with this win? What will you do going forward?

Izzy: I'm welcoming any challenger. Man OR woman. In here we fight regardless of gender.

Leon: Well, you heard it here. Isabel Stone, victorious over the debuting Barrett Stratton. Let's take a break. But when we come back, the debuting team of Cerberus, Ramparte and Flex Mussell take on Hyada and well.... I'm not sure if Corvus can go. Aftershock, rolls on.

Izzy: Man or woman, Leon. Man or woman.

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Backstage we see Flex Mussell and Ramparte getting set for their match.

Mussell: Sacreblue, mon ami. It is pronounced, "Mussell". Flex Mussell. Like these beautiful muscles right here. You can have them too if you follow my ethic and regime.

Ramparte doesn't speak a word but their opponent, Hyada walks by. The two turn to look at him and laugh.

Hyada: I may be alone, but that doesn't mean I'll give up the fight. I'm going out there and going for the win.

Mussell: Bon, mon ami. But not bon enough. See you out there.

Serra: Tag team action up next, don't go away.

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Anderson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Ramparte and a brand new wrestler, Flex Mussél, arrive together on the stage. Mussél is sporting a grin and carrying a duffle bag while Ramparte a sour look of unpleasantness. As the team saunters down the ramp Mussél hands out fruits and vegetables from his bag to members of the audience and hands some to Ramparte to do the same but while he’s not looking Ramparte just carelessly chucks them into the audience and enters the ring. Mussél chugs one of his protein shake before joining his partner in the ring to prepare for the match.

Anderson: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 410 pounds, Flex Mussél and Ramparte, Cerberus!

Serra: It's hard to say who looks like the bigger creep out of these two.

Klamor: I like the look of this team... It figures your taste in men would be really awful, Becky. First that upstanding Barrett fellow, now these two. Don't start burning your bra now, toots, we have censors to answer to.

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Hyada enters the arena, and kneels to one knee and places his right fist into his left palm in front of his face as a sign of respect to the audience. He storms his way to the ring, cracking his knuckles and cracking his neck.

Anderson: Their opponents! Introducing first from Los Angeles, California, weighing 225 pounds, Jonathan Hyada!

Klamor: Might as well forget it, kid. You didn't stand any chance with a partner, and now you got no help, at all!

Serra: I doubt Hyada is going to give up just like that. It was Hyada that eliminated Ramparte from the battle royale for the Elite X title, and he's always looking for a fight.

Klamor: Always looking for a whippings more like it...

The crowd goes silent, as Hyada waits in the ring. Referee Elizabeth Prince looks ready to start the match, when music hits

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Klamor: Now, what in the hell is this?!

Serra: I... I'm kind of thinking the same thing...

World famous model Eve Taylor walks out onto the stage to the beat of the song, treating it as a fashion runway, before posing at the top of the ramp to showcase her beauty for the camera's.

Serra: Is that world famous model Eve Taylor?

Klamor: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I've had to sit here and buy into an alien, a guy who thinks he's a bear, and I took it with a straight face. But this?! What is this?!

Serra:What part of World famous model Eve Taylor do you not get, Klamor?! Shut up, and let her do her thing.

Eve Taylor walks into the ring, and goes to talk to Jonathan Hyada. He nods his head, and Eve walks over to Anderson, and whispers into his ear. He nods, and begins to announce.

Anderson: Introducing his tag team partner, from Milan, Italy; "The Fabulous" Eve Taylor!

Klamor: We're really hiring models?! Really?! What self respecting wrestling promotion does that?!

Serra: Cram it, Klamor!

Eve Taylor goes to talk to her brand new partner... Who seems a little smitten with his new partner. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Ramparte is more than smitten... He walks right over to Eve, as she's turning around. He looks at her, and tries his best "seducing" look.

Serra: Oh God. Well, at least it got him away from Selina.

Eve turns around to see her opponent, who continues to creepily gaze at her. For his efforts, Eve takes his arm, and performs a picture perfect judo throw on Ramparte, eliciting a pop from the audience. Ramparte gets up, looking a little embarrassed, and is met with a vicious roundhouse kick, right into the head!

Elizabeth Prince rings the bell, as the crowd is already roaring.

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

Eve Taylor hits the ropes, and performs a massive bulldog on Ramparte, driving his face into the ground. She makes a tag over to Hyada, who enters the ring in a fury. Normally, he would offer a handshake, as a sign of respect... But he's dealt with Ramparte before, and knows his games. He immediately starts pummeling Ramparte, hitting muy thai knees to the stomach, which weakens Ramparte. Hyada screams out to the audience, who yell back in approval, as he hits a spinning backfist, which sends Ramparte crashing. Hyada hits the ropes, about to deliver some attack... Before Flex knees him in the back, which changes the crowd's cheers into vicious boos. This gives Ramparte a chance to tag in his partner, and the two set up a delayed vertical suplex together. Both men hold up Hyada for some time, allowing for Flex to do squats while holding him up. They drop Hyada to the canvas with a thud, and Flex takes over, applying a half leg boston crab. Flex grins a smarmy grin, as Hyada seems to be in trouble.

Klamor: Like I said, this kid didn't stand a chance.

Serra: That "kid" doesn't look near done yet

Eve Taylor starts clapping for Hyada... Which inspires the entire crowd to clap for the humble fighter. He can feel energy surging through his veins, while the bodybuilder cranks the pressure up. The crowd's clap grows louder, and soon, Hyada powers his way up to his hands, which panics Flex. He finally looks able to break Flex's iron grip...But Ramparte has stomped on his head, bringing him back down, and eliciting strong boos from the crowd. The referee admonishes Ramparte, as Flex poses in front of the crowd. Ramparte goes back to his corner, and Flex drags Hyada over, to tag in Ramparte. Eve Taylor tries to cheer on her partner, but Flex sets Hyada up in the big swing! Flex rotates Hyada three times in the swing, and Ramparte drop kicks Jonathan in the face! He goes for a cover...

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No, kick out! Hyada makes it his knees, as Ramparte taunts his opponent. He slowly saunters over... But Hyada jumps up to his feet, and hits a spinning wheel kick! Hyada hits some thunderous heel kicks, right into the stomach of Ramparte, and leaps to make the tag over to Eve Taylor, to the thunderous approval of the audience. Eve hits the rope, and Ramparte ducks to avoid Eve, but Eve stops in the air, and locks her legs into a guillotine around Ramparte's stomach. She poses for flashing cameras at ringside, and brings Ramparte crashing to the mat, with what she calls the Photo Shoot.

Serra: Yeah! You ready to eat your words and admit she belongs here, Klamor!

she goes to pick up Ramparte, and poses for the crowd, eliciting some cat calls, but mostly the approval of the audience. She goes to tag in Hyada, and the two look at one another. She gives a wink, and Hyada returns the favor. They look back at their weakened opponent, and hit a tandem side kick, right into the face of Ramparte. Hyada goes for the cover...

1...

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No, just barely a kick out at two and a half! Hyada slaps the mat, and lifts up Ramparte. He executes a picture perfect belly to belly suplex, which sends Ramparte crashing into his own corner. Hyada celebrates with the fans, but an illegal Mussel attacks him from behind. The crowd boos once again, as Flex attempts to neutralize his opponent. Prince starts counting to five, but before she can reach three, Eve Taylor has taken down Flex, and the match has completely devolved into a brawl! Hyada begins hitting his Breath of Fire combination, with a rising muy thai rising knee! He then hits a roundhouse kick to the side, which sends Ramparte into dizziness. The referee is trying to separate Eve and Flex, and in the meantime, Hyada prepares an elbow, right into the chest. At the last second, Ramparte moves out of the way, and thumbs Hyada in the eye, without the referee seeing it.

Serra: Ramparte had to cheat, just to get the advantage!

Klamor:I didn't see a thing, my monitor must be broken.

Ramparte takes this chance to kick Hyada in the stomach, and hit The Catalysm! He goes for the cover, as Flex holds Eve Taylor to keep her from breaking up the count.

1...

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3!!!

Flex goes in to celebrate, as Ramparte slinks in the middle of the ring, almost depressed.

Anderson: Here are your winners, Cerberus!

Serra: The only way Ramparte pulled that out was because he cheated.

Klamor:All I saw was win, for a team with a lot of momentum.

Eve Taylor goes to the fallen Hyada, who's still holding his eyes in the ring. Cerberus is in the entranceway, with Flex over celebrating the win.

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Backstage, Izzy has a towel draped over her and a bottle of water. She looks happy following her victory.

Izzy: Well would you look at that. I won. Hehe. It's been a while, hasn't it? Who says I lost my edge?

???: I say you haven't.

An unexpected person jumps into the scene. A perky blonde beauty steps in and offers a handshake. The new member of the WZCW roster, Eve Taylor.

Taylor: "The Fabulous Eve Taylor". At your service.

Izzy is caught off guard but accepts the handshake.

Izzy: Nice to meet you, Taylor. Isabel Stone.

Taylor: I now! Big fan.

Taylor shakes Izzy's hand with both of hers frantically as Izzy looks on surprised. However Ilapa appears next to the two with an intimidating scowl on her face. She looks at the two and shutters in disgust.

Taylor: Hi! "The Fabulous Eve Taylor". At your service.

However Ilapa doesn't respond.

Izzy: What? Too dense to say hello?

Ilapa turns to Izzy who looks back intensely. Ilapa slaps the bottle off Izzy's hand and walks off.

Taylor: What a jerk.

Isabel looks on angrily.

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Leon Kensworth stands with a microphone.

Kensworth: My guest at this time, Theron Daggershield!

The camera pans to Theron Daggershield, who looks as though he has a weight on his mind.

Kensworth: Theron, you went into the KFAD Chamber, and became the first competitor-

Theron tersely interrupts, looking agitated.

Theron: I know.

Kensworth looks confused

Kensworth: I'm sorry, Theron, but-

Theron: Oh, I know, Leon. I should have been happy to enter. To just be there. But that's not the way my game works. In my game, you win, or you lose. And I lost hard. In fact, I've just about lost it all since that monster took it from me.

Kensworth:You mean Fallout?

Theron: The very same. And now, he has my dice... And the Elite X Title. A title he won, ironically, by losing the WZCW.com poll to me. And yet... He wants something from me. To prove that monsters exist. Well, I see it now; monsters do live. But do you know why monsters were made, Leon?

Leon pauses for a second, and speaks up.

Kensworth: I have no idea.

Theron: Monsters live to be destroyed. So, Fallout... You want to prove monsters live. Well, fine. I'm throwing challenge now. You and me, in the ring. And I'll show you monsters are all about.

Theron hurriedly makes his way to the ring for his match, as Leon Kensworth is left speechless.

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Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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Introducing first, from Stephenville, Texas, weighing in at 190lbs, he is The Warblade, Theron Daggershield!

Dagger leaps around the stage, playing to the crowd. He swings his prop sword around as he makes his way to the ring. He rolls inside and raises his sword high above his head to the pleasure of the crowd.

Serra: Young Theron, coming off a high flying King for a Day performance, looking to secure victory tonight over fellow competitor Ace Stevens.

Klamor: Wasn't Ace the one who eliminated this geek? Mark my words, this one will be over quick.

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And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 228lbs, The American Wizard, Ace Stevens!

Ace steps on stage to a positive reaction now that he is back on American soil. He takes a deep breath of freedom before he makes his way to the ring. He pops off his jacket, before he begins to laugh directly at Theron.

Serra: Well Ace certainly looks confident tonight, simply laughing in the face of Theron.

Klamor: He has the full force of America behind him Becky, and America hates nerds.

The match begins as Elizabeth Prince calls for the bell. Theron jumps in, looking to engage his opponent, but Ace simply offers him a handshake. The good hearted Dagger extends his hand, only for Ace to pull his hand away and psyche his opponent out. Ace doubles over laughing as Theron stomps away angrily. Ace calms down and again extends his hand. Theron looks around cautiously, but he reluctantly accepts. Again Ace pulls his hand back and begins to laugh uncontrollably. As he doubles over the ropes laughing, Theron runs up from behind and rolls him up!
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Here is your winner, Theron Daggershield!

Klamor: What?

Theron jumps around the ring celebrating his victory as Ace shakes his head disappointed. He walks over to Theron clapping and Theron extends his hand to Ace. As Ace goes for a handshake, Theron pulls his hand away. Ace simply shakes his head and nods his approval as he rolls out of the ring allowing Theron to celebrate his victory.

Serra: What do you know, you were right Johnny! This was over quick.

A sickening crash is heard on the ramp as Mikey Stormrage has returned and taken Ace down. A giant belly to belly suplex throws Ace off the side of the ramp, the former Mayhem champion landing awkwardly on his head. Daggershield plays hero and runs to greet Stormrage and succeeds in landing a few clubbing blows, but the shear size and power of Stormrage proves too much. He blocks a punch and then headbutts Theron, before he lifts him for a Game Over on the steel ramp. He walks back to the top of the ramp and grabs his EurAsian championship and walks to the ring. He snatches the mic from Selena Anderson before rolling into the ring.

Stormrage: We've made up our mind Kenneth! When James Howard comes back we want to break him. We want him to give up. When we choke the life out of him we will leave enough air in his lungs for him to mutter "I Quit." This title means nothing to us, but ending the career of James Howard means the world to us! You did this to me James! You did this to us! I'm a monster thanks to you! We are a mother fucking monster!

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Serra: Ladies and gentlemen we apologize for the inappropriate language just now!

As Stormrage's new music begins to play, the copyright information flashes on screen as Stormrage throws his belt to the ground and stands in the center of the ring with his hands on his mask.

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Credits:

Haiku- Tag match, segments
Killjoy- segments
Pancake- Ilapa/Bull
Yaz- Ace/Daggershield, Izzy/Stratton, Segments

Sorry for the delays this round guys. Next round we will be on point. Rep all these sexy fuckers for their hard work and congratulate my lover Pancake on his first full round on creative. We all regret bringing him on board already.